Leo’s heart hammered against his ribs as he adjusted the lace hem of his skirt. The silky fabric whispered against his smooth, shaved thighs—a secret ritual he adored. Upstairs, his mom’s TV droned through the ceiling. Perfect.

The doorbell’s soft chime made him jump. He padded over, his stockings whispering on the hardwood, and opened it to his friend, Marcus. Marcus’s eyes, dark and hungry, raked over Leo’s getup: the tight crop top barely containing his chest, the way the skirt hugged his ass.

“Fuck, Leo,” Marcus breathed, stepping inside and closing the door with a soft click. “You look so fucking slutty.”

Leo’s cheeks flushed. He loved that word. “Shhh,” he hissed, pressing a finger to his own glossed lips. “Mom’s right upstairs.”

Marcus didn’t need telling twice. His hands were on Leo instantly, one cupping the slight swell of his ass through the skirt, the other sliding up his back. Leo melted into the touch, a soft whimper escaping as Marcus’s lips found his neck. He could feel Marcus’s hard-on already straining against his jeans, pressing into Leo’s hip.

“Wanna taste you,” Marcus growled, his voice low. He dropped to his knees right there in the hallway. His big hands pushed the skirt up, exposing Leo’s bare pussy—his smooth, hairless cunt. Leo bit his lip, watching as Marcus leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over his sensitive folds.

The first lick was electric. Marcus’s tongue,